Two years.

Experiment #314 has been under his care for two years and he never broke. Under everything that this creature had endured, he never broke. It was admirable and yet infuriating. After all of the experiments Vincent had gone through in his thirty years of study, never had he encountered such a being as #314. He went through all of the notes repeatedly over the last two years and all of them remained unanswered.

Where was he from?

Unknown.

How did he appear in that trailer?

Unknown.

He first referred to himself as Randall. Where did the name come from?

Unknown.

No matter what he did, that thing never, ever told him! Damn him! Vincent slammed his hands on his desk, then looked at the pink box with a lavender bow on top. He needed to get going. He clocked out two hours ago and now was not the time for work. Taking the box, he left his small house, locked the door behind, and got into his white Honda. He drove twenty minutes through the city, finally arriving at a tan house in the quiet neighborhood. It was later that he wanted since it was seven at night. He got out of his car with the present in hand, locked the car, approached the white door and knocked. After a moment, it opened to a smiling woman with brunette hair and shining brown eyes.

"Vincent!"

"Samantha!" He hugged his younger sister. "I am so sorry I am late."

"Don't be. I know the hospital can be chaotic." She allowed her brother inside.

"Hey, Vincent," his brother-in-law, Steven, greeted from the living room with a smile on his face. He had short, black hair and kind blue eyes.

Vincent grinned. "Hello, Steven. How are you?"

"Well, and yourself?"

"Mary!" Samantha kindly called down the hall. "Uncle Vincent is here!"

A little girl with black hair came running passed her mother, wearing a white unicorn shirt with matching pants. Her brown eyes shining along with a bright grin. "Uncle Vinny!"

Vincent knelt down and scooped his niece up. "Happy birthday, my girl!" He offered her the box. "I got you a present."

Mary giggled, taking the box as he set her down. She took the lid off and removed the purple tissue paper, then lit up in delight at the beautiful snow globe with waves surrounding the base and dolphins jumping in the inside. With bewildered eyes, she carefully picked it up and shook it, sending sparkles swirling around the leaping dolphins.

"That's so beautiful," Samantha cooed, joining them.

The five-year-old hugged him. "Thank you!"

He hugged her back. "You're welcome."

"Want me to put in on your dresser?" Her father offered.

Mary eagerly nodded. "Yeah!"

"Here." He got up, took the snow globe, and walked to his daughter's room with her at his heels.

"Gosh, she grows up so fast," Samantha sighed, watching her husband and daughter disappear into the child's room.

"She looks like our own mother," Vincent chuckled, standing up.

"Honestly!" She looked at him in disbelief. "I found a photo of her when she was Mary's age and it looks like they could be twins! Even Steven was shocked."

They both laughed.

Mary came running with a picture in her hands with Steven following. "I want to show you something, Uncle Vinny!"

Vincent knelt down to her. "Oh? What is it?"

"It's her characters again," Steven mused, joining them. "She loves drawing these guys."

"Let me see." Vincent carefully took the crayon drawing with his niece beside him. He lovingly gazed upon the picture of Mary herself along with a round, green creature at her right and a larger, blue monster with purple spots at her left. They all have smiles on their faces. "That's so good, Mary!"

"She draws them a lot," his sister giggled. "I swear, she may be a writer or a cartoonist someday if she keeps this up."

Vincent smiled faltered upon noticing a very familiar purple figure in the back. His heart stopped. He stared at the eight-legged creature with three fronds on his head. He pointed to the character. "Who is this?" He fought to sound as casual as possible.

Mary shifted. "He's scary."

"Why is he scary?" He gently pressed.

"He came out of my closet and scared me," she whimpered.

Closet….

"When?"

"Oh, she was like three," Samantha casually answered. "She kept having nightmares about him. Kid nightmares, you know?"

Two years ago? He thought. "Now, who are these two?" He pointed to the others.

Mary giggled, throwing her hands in the air. "Mike Wizowski!"

The adults couldn't help, but get a kick at how adorable the child answered.

"She loves that name," Steven laughed. "We sometimes just shout it for fun. She Loves it."

Vincent looked up at him with a grin. "Is that where she gets it from?"

He nodded, laughing. "Yes."

"I had no idea!" He had seen his niece's excited and cheerful cries of the name. He always thought it was from a cartoon, but never asked about it. He returned to the picture, pointing to the last figure. "Okay, so who is this."

"Kitty!" She chirped.

He laughed, not expecting such a simple title after a complex name like Mike Wizowski. He smiled at her. "I love this. Can I have this, please?"

Mary nodded. "Yeah! I can always make more."

"Thank you, my girl." He kissed her head, but his mind was spinning. His own niece said that Experiment #314 came out of her closet. His eyes grew. How did he get in the trailer. The closet. He looked back at the drawing of the experiment. He was going to kill him for scaring his niece. She may have been three, but she obviously remembered him. If she drew a picture of him…then what about the other two? His eyes drifted to the smiling characters. We're there more? He finally had a lead, but unforuately, that lead was his niece. He was going to murder him for traumatizing her.

"Vincent?"

His sister's voice broke his thoughts. He looked up to her concerned face. "Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

He smiled. "Yes, just tired after a long day of work." He looked back at the purple creature with a rage twisting in his heart as he pictured this monster coming into his three-year-old niece's room and scaring her. He didn't care about the experiments anymore. He wanted to put the monster down for his niece's sake.

It was seven in the morning when Vincent stormed through the facility's white corridors with his niece's artwork clenched in his hand like he was strangling experiment #314. Never had such rage fueled him. Once at the cell's doors, he ordered the cell's operator to open the door through a nod of the security camera. He wished he had a gun, so he could riddle the creature with bullets, but knew that would not get him any answers. He was going to make him talk, but he also simply wanted to kill him. He had been thinking and thinking and thinking throughout the whole night. The door slid open and he entered the cell.

"Uh, wha–" Experiment #314's green eyes grew at the sight of him. "What are–"

"You came out of the trailer closet, didn't you?" Vincent snarled. "That's how you got in there!"

The creature blinked, trying to register what was being said to him first thing in the morning. "Closet? Look, Doc, I don't wanna sound judgy, but you look like you hadn't slept–"

"Do not play dumb with me!" He roared, flashing the crayon drawing in the experiment's face.

He carefully took the artwork, stared at it for a moment with an unreadable expression, then handed back the picture. "I don't know who those are."

"That's my niece!" Vincent barked. "She said you used to come out of the closest and scare her! Two years ago! And who are the other two? I know you know them, so just tell me!"

"I-I don't know."

"TELL ME!"

Randall looked him dead in the eyes. "I don't know!"

"You lying demon!"

His eyes were large and his hands were raised as if in surrender. "I swear! I don't know who they are!" He slowly lowered his hands.

Vincent inhaled, trying to compose himself. "I will kill you. Do you understand? I will strap you to a table and dissect you alive!"

"I–"

"You will feel everything while I remove organ by organ," he deeply growled. "You will not be asleep. I will make sure you will not have enough anesthesia to put you under and you will feel every goddamn thing until I remove both of your hearts and you flatline!"

The creature swallowed. "I don't know who they are," he quietly repeated once more.

Vincent straightened up. "Then you die tomorrow."

"The only ones that exist in that drawing are me and your niece," he softly murmured.

"How did you get into her closest? Both of their closests?" He sharply demanded.

The creature briefly camouflaged as if in a demonstration, then lamely shrugged when he reappeared. "I like scaring kids."

Vincent want to murder him with his bare hands.

The monster must've seen his expression immediately changed because he threw all four hands up in surrender. "I scare everyone. Even other monsters." It seemed his mind was else where for a moment as his arms sagged at his sides. "I just slip into people's closets and scare 'em."

"Why?"

He shrugged, looking away. "It was my job…." He murmured.

Not caring what that meant, Vincent scoffed. "Tomorrow at nine in the morning, I'm dissecting you, #314. Alive." He sharply turned and began walking to the door, but stopped and spun back to him. "I know you're lying! A name like Mike Wizowski doesn't just appear to a three-year-old's head! She's been saying that name for the last two years!"

His green gaze locked on him. "She's five?" He whispered.

The glare Vincent gave him was a promise of death, then walked out of the cell. He will count the hours until this monster's final hours. After two years of dead end after dead end with this creature will finally come to an end. He messed with the wrong kid. Mary or her parents may never know what he had done, but he would do anything to protect his family. Hopefully, this monster will eventually fade from his niece's memory like a bad dream. Who ever this Mike Wizowski is, he could only hope that that monster would never be in #314 place for his own sake.